In the other room.
Shen Jing sat on a stool eating frozen pears while the man squatted at her feet, tending to her injured knee. She was afraid of the pain and could only distract herself by eating the frozen pears, not daring to utter a sound. Sun Qiyan tried to be as gentle as possible, but the sting from the disinfectant was inevitable. He could only watch as she fought back the tears.
Sun Qiyan even wondered if Zhou Luchen were here, whether she would be acting spoiled and dependent, considering he had seen her throw tantrums in front of Zhou Luchen at the teahouse.
"Bear with it a little. If you don't disinfect it properly, the scarring won't fade easily," he said.
She nodded.
Sun Qiyan spoke softly to distract her, "Do you like the frozen pear?"
